Pfft
High in the air, Li Mu Yang spat out another mouthful of blood. Only then did his chest feel somewhat relieved.
The might of that sword had been earth-shaking. It had already injured his lungs and vital organs.
Li Mu Yang's face was dark, his pupils ink-black, and his entire body felt as though it had fallen into an ice cavern.
Looking inward, he found wisps of black energy spreading through him, invading his five viscera and six bowels.
If those toxic energies seeped in and filled his body, he would likely face a dead end, becoming one of the dry corpses in the Priestess Xie Yue's army.
"Damn it." Li Mu Yang's lips were stained with blood as he said bitterly, "The Demigod Clan truly is shameless."
"Li Mu Yang, you brought this death upon yourself. Who else could you blame?" The Priestess Xie Yue gazed at him from afar and said coldly, "Your heart is burdened, and you hesitate. Your heart is not resolute enough, so your sword is not resolute enough either. How can such a sword hurt anyone? How can it hurt me? The only road awaiting you is death."
"I only wanted to give you one last chance."
"Li Mu Yang, stop putting on a show. It means nothing to me and does nothing to change the situation. Knowing you are outmatched yet forcing yourself forward will only make me look down on you more. With the Dragon Clan's wisdom so pathetic, how could you possibly qualify to become part of the Demigod Clan?"
"Now that the evil poison has entered your body, it will soon corrode your five viscera and six bowels, turning the blood in your body black, turning your heart and liver black, rotting your flesh, and transforming you into a